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The Hoop
Feodor Sologub
About the author
Feodor Sologub is a prolific Russian author, dramatist, essayist and poet of the Symbologist movement, his undoubted masterpiece being The Petty Demon (1907). Feodor Kuzmich Teternikov was born on 17 Feb , 1863, in St. Petersburg, Russia. He was later to adopt the pseudonym Sologub. In 1882, after training at the St. Petersburg Teachers' Training Institute, Sologub was appointed teacher of Narvskoe municipal school and began his career, mainly teaching maths, with the Russian Ministry of Public Education. A significant date for Sologub was the 28th of January, 1884, when his poem and Hedgehog was published in the magazine literary success. Much of his ensuing poetry dealt laconically with morbid themes and death in a beautifully simplistic way, unencumbered by heavy metaphor.
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Short Answer Questions
1. What was the boy doing at the lonely suburban street?
The boy was bowling a hoop; a large, new, bright yellow hoop. He was running after his hoop awkwardly, and was laughing uproariously with joy, and thrust forward his plump little legs which was bare at the knee, and flourished his stick.
2. What caught the attention of the old man at the street crossing?
The old man at the street crossing caught the attention of the small boy who was bowling a hoop and simply bursting with joy, and cutting his paces.
3. How did the old man appear outwardly?
A The old man was shabbily dressed ,with coarse hands and was standing at the street crossing
4. How did the mother deal with her son?
The mother uttered no reproach, she made no fuss, she did not scold. She was smart and bright. It was clearly understood that they were used to warmth and comfort
5. What fancy haunted the old man after that day?
The old man's fancy was he had become a little boy for the moment, his mother was a gentlewoman, and he had his hoop and his little stick; he was playing, driving the hoop with the little stick. He wore a white costume, his little legs were plump, bare at the knee..
6. The old man’s childhood was similar to the boy’s. True/False
7. What had the old man been doing for most part of his life?
The old man had passed all his life—in poverty, in care, in misery. He went to work—to the factory where he had worked from childhood, where he had grown old.And he could recall nothing—not a single joy.
8. What did the old man find one day while returning from work?
The old man while returning from work one evening found the hoop of an old barrel lying in the street. It was a rough, dirty object.
9. Where did the old man go everyday to play with his hoop?
The old man went everyday to the woods to play with his hoop.
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Paragraph Answer Questions
1. There is repetition of words like ‘plump’, ‘din’, ‘reverie’, ‘toothless smile.’ Why?
We can see the repetition of the words like plump, din( meaning noise), reverie (meaning dream) and toothless smile , which are all related to children.The children are always carefree, plumb and innocent.. Children, as everyone knows, are mischief-makers.In the story" the hoop" the old man is comparing the childhood of his with the small boy.Everything was new to the boy and joyous and pure The sight of the little boy and his caring mother is making him envious and he fancies the life of the little boy .He saw him running, laughing, stamping his feet, bowling the hoop ..Though he is very old , the old man wants to live his childhood just that of the little boy,which he desires so much,He wants to be cared, pampered and loved by a mother just like that of the boy's.Inside deep in his heart the old man is still a little boy, who wants to play with a hoop and jump and laugh and wants to do all the mischief's of childhood, yet loved and cared by a mother just like the little boy has.
2. What is the importance of the little boy’s mother in the old man’s fancy?
The little boys mother seemed to be a very different mother for the old man She was young and smart and seemed to be very affectionate and caring.She was smiling brightly and was casting affectionate glances at her son, whose red cheeks beamed with happiness.—For her little son's playful misbehaviour she uttered no reproach, she made no fuss and she did not scold. She was smart and bright. It was quite easy to see that they were used to warmth and comfort. On the other hand, when the old man, was a boy, he never had such wonderful joyous memories, as he lived a dog's life.All he could recall about his younger days was their hunger, their cold, their drubbings. He had never had fun with a hoop, or other playthings of well-to-do folks. He had thus passed all his life in poverty, in care and in misery. And he could recall nothing—not a single joy. There was nothing particularly rosy in his life even now; though, he was no longer thrashed and he had plenty to eat. He simply could not get the boy out of his mind. He saw him running, laughing, stamping his feet, bowling the hoop.The boys plump legs which was a clear sign that he was well cared by his loving and affectionate mother, all made him envious He wanted the life of little boy and was fancying the life of the little boy .The old man wished to had a mother just like the little boy had and wanted all the care and attention and love in the same way the little boy was enjoying.So he started fancying and had become a little boy for the moment, and his mother was a gentlewoman just like the mother of little boy, and he had his hoop and his little stick; he was playing, driving the hoop with the little stick. He wore a white costume, his little legs were plump, bare at the knee.
3. How did the old man realise his dream?
The old man was returning from work one evening when he saw the hoop of an old barrel lying in the street.He glanced cautiously around him; then he bent down, picked up the hoop with trembling hands, and smiling shamefacedly, carried it home with him.It was like the boy's hoop, and it was enough and the sight of it quickened his persistent thoughts about the happy little boy.The old man rose early, took his hoop, and walked a little distance out of town.e made his way among the old trees and the thorny bushes in the woods.When he came upon an opening, full of daylight and of calm he suddenly the old man let the hoop slide off the stick. He struck with the stick, and sent the hoop rolling across the green lawn. He laughed, brightened at once, and pursued the hoop like that little boy. He kicked up his feet and drove the hoop with his stick, which he flourished high over his head, just as that little boy did. It seemed to him that he was small, beloved, and happy. It seemed to him that he was being looked after by his mother, who was following close behind and smiling. Like a child on his first outing, he felt refreshed on the bright grass, and on the still mosses. His goat-like, dust-grey beard, that harmonised with his sallow face, trembled, while his cough mingled with his laughter, and raucous sounds came from his toothless mouth.He grew to love his morning hour in the woods with the hoop and having diverted himself to his heart's content he would return to the city, smiling gently and joyously.Thus he realised his dream.
4. Describe a day of the old man’s work at the factory.
The day of the old man's work at the factory would start with the clattering sound of the machines.He had worked there from childhood ,where he had grown old. The labour was monotonous and automatic. There was nothing exciting or interesting about the daily work in the factory. The hands of the labourers would be busy at their accustomed tasks which was dull and tedious.The air inside the factory would be thick with dust, and under the high ceiling strap after strap, with hissing sound, glided quickly from wheel to wheel, endless in number. The far corners of the factory was invisible for the dense escaping vapours. Men emerged here and there like phantoms, and the human voice was not heard for the non-stop noise of the machines.Then the old man'would start fancying at work that he had become a little boy for the moment and his mother was a gentlewoman, and he had his hoop and his little stick; he was playing, driving the hoop with the little stick. and he wore a white costume, his little legs were plump, bare at the knee. The days passed and the work went on, the fancy of the old man persisted.
5. How did the hoop of an old barrel change the course of life of the old man?
The old man was returning from work one evening when he saw the hoop of an old barrel lying in the street.He glanced cautiously around and picked up the hoop with trembling hands, and smiling shamefacedly, and carried it home with him.It was like the boy's hoop, and it was enough for him.The old man rose early, took his hoop, and walked a little distance out of town.He came upon an opening, full of daylight and of calm.Suddenly the old man let the hoop slide off the stick. He struck with the stick, and sent the hoop rolling across the green lawn. He laughed, brightened at once, and pursued the hoop like that little boy. He kicked up his feet and drove the hoop with his stick, which he flourished high over his head, just as that little boy did. It seemed to him that he was small, beloved, and happy. It seemed to him that he was being looked after by his mother, who was following close behind and smiling. Like a child on his first outing, he felt refreshed on the bright grass, and on the still mosses. His goat-like, dust-grey beard, that harmonised with his sallow face, trembled, while his cough mingled with his laughter, and raucous sounds came from his toothless mouth.And the old man grew to love his morning hour in the woods with the hoop.And having diverted himself to his heart's content he would return to the city, smiling gently and joyously.Thus the hoop of an old barrel changed the course of life of old man as he was able to realise his childhood dreams with that hoop
6. Describe the morning hour of the old man in the woods with the hoop.
The old man rose early, took his hoop, and walked a little distance out of town.He made his way among the old trees and the thorny bushes in the woods .It was a clear, warm morning, and the birds were chirping away in the consumptive urban trees somewhat more cheerful.The trees, covered with their dry, blackish, bursting bark, seemed to him incomprehensibly and sternly silent when compared to his mornings in the factory which was noisy with the din of machines.. The odours were strange, the insects astonishing, the ferns of gigantic growth. There was neither dust nor din here, and the gentle, exquisite morning mist lay behind the trees. His old feet glided over the dry leaves and stumbled across the old gnarled roots.. Suddenly he let the hoop slide off the stick. He struck with the stick, and sent the hoop rolling across the green lawn. The old man laughed, brightened at once, and pursued the hoop like that little boy. He kicked up his feet and drove the hoop with his stick, which he flourished high over his head, just as that little boy did. It seemed to him that he was small, beloved, and happy. It seemed to him that he was being looked after by his mother, who was following close behind and smiling. Like a child on his first outing, he felt refreshed on the bright grass, and on the still mosses. His goat-like, dust-grey beard, that harmonised with his sallow face, trembled, while his cough mingled with his laughter, and raucous sounds came from his toothless mouth.And the old man grew to love his morning hour in the woods with the hoop.And having diverted himself to his heart's content he would return to the city, smiling gently and joyously.
7. Bring out the contrast in the old man’s childhood and the boy’s childhood
The old man’s childhood and the boy’s childhood were completely contradictory.The little boy was along with his mother who was taking the morning stroll in a lonely suburban street; a boy of four was with her. His mother was young and smart and she was smiling brightly and was casting affectionate glances at her son, whose red cheeks beamed with happiness.The boy was bowling a hoop; a large, new, bright yellow hoop. He ran after his hoop awkwardly, laughed uproariously with joy, thrust forward his plump little legs, bare at the knee, and flourished his stick and raised his stick so high above his head.everything was new to him—the streets in early morning, the merry sun, and the distant din of the city. Everything was new to the boy—and joyous and pure.He was simply bursting with joy and cutting his paces.His mother uttered no reproach, made no fuss and she did not scold. She was smart and bright. It was quite easy to see that they were used to warmth and comfort
On the other hand, when the old man, was a boy, he never had such wonderful joyous memories, as he lived a dog's life.All he could recall about his younger days were their hunger, their cold, their drubbings. He had never had fun with a hoop, or other playthings of well-to-do folks. He had thus passed all his life in poverty, in care and in misery. He never had plump legs like the little boy as he never had a loving mother to take care of him or to feed him just like the little boy had.And he could recall nothing and not even a single joy. There was nothing particularly rosy in his life even now; though, he was no longer thrashed and he had plenty to eat. All his childhood was spent in the factory among the noisy machines and dust and tiring labour.He was never used to warmth and comfort and was never beloved or taken care of like the little boy.
Thus the the old man’s childhood and the boy’s childhood were completely contradicting .
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